Quotes About Tenderness

Peretur wanted to reach out and touch her hand, but Nimuë looked brittle enough to fall apart. So she just waited.

Her hand felt good in Peretur's, warm, more than warm.

Quisiéramos no acariciar el cuerpo que amamos, sino ser la caricia.

Yet the important person, perfectly satisfied, incidentally, with domestic family tendernesses, found it suitable to have a lady for friendly relations in another part of the city. This lady friend was no whit better or younger than his wife; but there exist such riddles in the world, and it is not our business to judge of them.

In effetti la pietà non ci assale mai così violentemente come alla vista della bellezza toccata dal soffio corruttore del vizio. Ancora ancora gli si accompagnasse la deformità, la bellezza, la tenera bellezza... nei nostri pensieri si unisce soltanto all'innocenza e alla purezza.

He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much.

She slowly sinks into gentleness

She Was Just A Sketch a thin girl under a thick sky so thin, each rib stood for something something to which this great tenderness, a mere irrational love toward certain flowers and trees, could attach —Olena Kalytiak Davis, from "Welcome to Lascaux," And Her Soul Out of Nothing (University of Wisconsin Press, 1997)

III. I take my love to Manita. Swift-boned, green- eyed, dressed in her dark skin and hair, I take my Love in on fire. Manita moans. Manita's hands flow delicate as insects, agile as fish, cool as the shifting water, the night- quiet lake. I take my Love to her hand on fire. She takes my love.

Literature is built on tenderness toward any being other than ourselves. It is the basic psychological mechanism of the novel. Thanks to this miraculous tool, the most sophisticated means of human communication, our experience can travel through time, reaching those who have not yet been born, but who will one day turn to what we have written, the stories we told about ourselves and our world.

Dressing the dead man was like a form of caress. I doubt he ever experienced such tenderness in life.

Tenderness, without a capacity of relieving, only makes the man who feels it more wretched than the object which sues for assistance.

Noches en las que desearíamos que nos pasaran la mano por el lomo, y en las que súbitamente se comprende que no hay ternura comparable a la de acariciar algo que duerme

what is a compassionate heart? He tells us: 'It is a heart that burns for all creation, for the birds, for the beasts, for the devils, for every creature. When he thinks about them, when he looks at them, his eyes fill with tears.

He is a most strong man. He put his arms around the penseé girl and he most lifted her off the ground. He did take out a ring of gold and he did tell her it was his mother's wedding ring. A butterfly went by - it was a cream one with a nice ribbon at its wing edge and pinkish spots. He did kiss her again. They didn't see the green caterpillar having sleeps under the hazel leaf. And he did say, "I want you to have all the love in the world." And he kissed her again.

denote the miserable losers of the world, the vicious ones, but I feel as though I have been a "social outcast" from the moment I was born. If ever I meet someone society has designated as an outcast, I invariably feel affection for him, an emotion which carries me away in melting tenderness.

You see, Take-san loves you, Skylark. That's why she cried," she said and squeezed even harder.

The main characteristic which is the proof of the indwelling Spirit is an amazing tenderness in personal dealing, and a blazing truthfulness with regard to God's Word.

I only know that a man who has the strength of the lion very often has also the tender touch of the dove.

Janet awoke to the delicious sensation of Jack's callused hand sliding over the bare skin of her ass. "Good morning, angel." His voice was deep and sleepy.

He turned to her, pulled her against him for one last embrace. " Tha moran ghradh agam ort, dh'Annaidh.""My love lies upon you, Annie, and it always will" . Then he did something she never would have expected. He dropped to his knees, grasped her hips, and pressed his lips to her belly over her womb. She twined her fingers in his hair, stifling a sob. " Tha moran ghradh agam ort, a luaidh .

Aimer aux yeux des enfants c'est veiller. Veiller le sommeil, apaiser les craintes, consoler les pleurs, soigner les maladies, caresser la peau, la laver, l'essuyer, l'habiller.

He kissed her temple, her hair, and then her mouth again, with great passion and heartbreaking tenderness. "My Love... from the beginning of time until the end. Always and forever. You'll always be my love. Always.

Some people are like that: they are made of goodness, their every look spreads tenderness, and from their hands caresses fall all the year round.